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memory like a yellow fog
smothers what was real
obscuring the past in
half remembered yearning
for the transience of love
love perceived, but not known
experienced in fleeting instants
strung together in silent arcs
passing in fading memories
Was love ever what we thought it was at the time or what we see when looking in life's rear view mirror?
Life is
Love is
now
not before or again